## Intro
Hold up lemme get something catchy goin
*clears throat*
*(Background vocal)*
H-H-half,
Half half, half of you, you stupid Zona fucks
H-H-half,
Half half, half of you, you stupid Zona fucks
*(Background vocal continues throughout track)*
## Verse 1
Don't No mean Don't know the streets
And still You Fuck Fuckers Be acting like you know what's up
Half hazardly making songs with words you just made up
Sounding fucking stupid Fuckers who never grew up
You're murdering the music scene
With sounds that'll make me throw up
You won't see the irony I doubt
IQ in single digits
Thinking a silent G is profound
Sneaking past you gnomes with no domes is as easy as it sounds
Distracted By Mindless Praddle, Chatter, By me You're found
Imma rattle your senses
Yeah heat so hot I'll serve you on a Fucking platter cuz
What you got to say don't Fucking matter.
Bitch I'm an O-Side West Coasta
A real G
Got you tossing and turning
In your mama's bed
Like you pissed the sheets
## Chorus
Half of you ain't worth the time
Half of you can't spit a rhyme
West Coast authentic, you just pantomime
Half of you ain't worth the time
ZONA fakers, get in line
Real ones know I'm in my prime
While half of you just waste my time
*(Background vocal intensifies)*
H-H-half!
## Verse 2
These ZONA cats be plagiarizing flows while claiming they're original
Digital copycats with beats so minimal
Your rhymes are criminal, and not in the good way
Flows predictable, hooks forgettable, what more can I say?
I'm bringing heat while you're bringing lukewarm tap water
Spitting fire while you're stuck in prehistoric barter
System's broken but you think you fixed it
Truth is spoken but you never listened
I'm carving lanes while you follow paths already paved
Digging graves for reputations you thought could be saved
West Coast taught me to keep it real, not fabricate
While you ZONA clones continue to imitate
My bars leave scars, permanent marks on the game
While half of you can't even spell your own name
This ain't just talk, this is verbal warfare
O-Side authentic, while you're all just there
## Chorus
Half of you ain't worth the time
Half of you can't spit a rhyme
West Coast authentic, you just pantomime
Half of you ain't worth the time
ZONA fakers, get in line
Real ones know I'm in my prime
While half of you just waste my time
*(Background vocal intensifies)*
H-H-half!
## Outro
*(Background vocal intensifies)*
H-H-half,
Half half, half of you, you stupid Zona fucks
*(Beat fades)*
WORLDPATTERNZ
